“Crew—” I’m about to give him a lecture about littering, but he cuts me off.
“Suck.” He rubs the lollipop across my lips. Back and forth. Tracing their shape. I part them and he slides the candy just inside. “Do it, Birdy.”
I wrap my lips around the Blow Pop, sucking on it. His eyes are fixed on my mouth, and they flare with interest.
“Show me your tongue. Lick it.” He pulls the candy from my mouth but leaves it resting there.
As usual, Crew is taking something that started out as innocent—and something I do often—and turned it into something dirty.
For some reason, I don’t mind. I want to do this.
I want to show him what I can do with a lollipop.
Pushing past the embarrassment, I slowly circle the top of the candy with my tongue, our gazes locking, my heart racing. I close my eyes and lap at the candy, enveloping it with my lips before I let it pop out again.
“Jesus,” he mutters, sounding pained. I open my eyes to find his tortured expression, and a heady rush flows through me, along with a realization.
There’s power in sex. In me and my sexuality. I was always so scared of it. Afraid I’d give myself to the wrong person. That I’d be humiliated and ashamed of sharing my body with someone who didn’t deserve it.
And maybe Crew Lancaster doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve me, but I’m giving myself to him anyway. I’ve given him a part of myself already, and by participating in this now, tonight, I’m about to give him another piece.
I can see it in his eyes that he wants me, and that’s heady stuff. That he feels as strongly as I do.
Because I want him too.
Crew removes the sucker from my mouth and kisses me, his tongue thrusting in between my lips, a groan sounding low in his throat. That same hungry sound he always makes when he kisses me, as if I he can’t get enough. I open to him, letting him devour me, my tongue sliding against his. He sucks on it, and I run my hands up his chest, marveling at the strength I feel shifting beneath my hands. Smooth warm skin and hard, unyielding muscle. That tease of soft hair between his pecs.
He breaks the kiss first, breathing hard as he stares at me. “You taste like cherries.”
I nod, my mind empty, my entire body tingling. I stare at his mouth, rising up so I can press my lips to his once again, and he cups the back of my head, letting me take control. I test the varying ways I can kiss a boy. Soft. Hard. I bite his lower lip, and he growls.
The sound only encourages me to bite harder.
I suck his upper lip between mine. Trace the shape with the tip of my tongue. Thrust my tongue between his lips, sliding it against his. Grip his head with my hands, running my fingers through his silky hair.
His hands come to my hips, guiding me toward his bed and I let him, not thinking. Not caring.
Once I lie back down on that bed with him, anything could happen.
Anything.
I end up sitting on the edge of the mattress, Crew standing in front of me, his erection stretching the front of his sweatpants, practically in my face. I stare at it. He’s so big. Thick.
I wonder what he wants me to do with it.
“Don’t look so scared.” His voice is low and growly and so incredibly sexy. “Tonight is all about you.”
I watch as he grabs the bag of popcorn and drops it on the floor, the bag tipping over, spilling popcorn everywhere. He doesn’t seem to care.
His focus is one hundred percent on me.
Before I can think too hard, he’s practically on top of me, my back against the mattress, Crew rising above me, darkly handsome, and all mine.
At least for tonight.
From out of nowhere, the lollipop returns, and he drags it across my lips. I dart my tongue out, licking it with enthusiasm and I swear I can feel his erection thickening against my leg.
“You’re talented with that tongue,” he rasps.